Sooo tired.
And I don’t have a clue why - I was in bed ludicrously early last night (long before midnight, for the first time this year ;-)). I think it’s possibly just the sheer emotional stress of the last few weeks - which I promised Edd a full summary of at some point - has taken its toll…
The girl is now beginning, I think, to realise what she’s let herself into - the fact that she will have to move out before any more damage happens to her relationship with Paul is pretty daunting for her, and I can’t really blame her for wanting to try and avoid the issue for as long as possible, but at some point she has to take the step.
Her parents, although somewhat aghast at first (and who can blame them, really) seem to have come round somewhat on the idea and the plan seems to be for her to move in with them for a while before her best friend comes back from midwife training and they can get a flat together…
Very very hard for her though, and I hope we can all get through that ok.
Talking to my folks last night about the whole deal - and that conversation was much easier than I was expecting it to be! - we seemed to agree that my disappearing into the void (or, rather, Australia) for 3 weeks was probably a good thing on the whole, although hard to contemplate from where I’m sat now…
sigh